Rebellious Contract Beast

It was already dark at this time. In Mingyan Courtyard, Shen Yi landed from the air, folded his wings, and walked towards the main house as usual. He broke open the door and went in.

"Old witch."

"I'm back. How was your day?"

"Nothing much today, just some things arranged."

"Did the Pillow Blade Club come to cause trouble?"

"No, it seems that some people from the Jucai Gang were killed, and the Zhendao Society has temporarily settled down."

"Oh." He Jianchuyun nodded, turned a page of the book and continued reading.

Shen Yi walked to the blanket and found that it had been changed. The new blanket was very clean and had a faint fragrance on it. It was obviously washed and freshly dried.

Lying comfortably on it, Shen Yi subconsciously took out two of his own super large gold bricks, but he remembered something, paused, looked at He Jian Chu Yun again, and moved closer to her.

"Hey! Old witch."

"What?" The other person looked at me strangely and blinked her beautiful eyes.

"Can you help me write something?"

"What are you writing about?"

"Just write a few stories. They might be a bit long."

"Story? What story are you going to write? Can't you write it yourself?"

"Do you think I can write?" Shen Yi raised his paw and pinched it in front of the girl.

She was speechless for a while. Thinking of how ugly Shen Yi's handwriting was, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

She had seen countless people's handwriting in her life, some mediocre and some beautiful, but Shen Yi's handwriting was so ugly that she felt sorry for the world even after she praised it against her will.

“How much do you want to write?”

"Hmm..." Shen Yi thought for a while and gave an answer: "About 300,000 or 400,000 words..."

"Three hundred or four hundred thousand...!" He Jianchuyun was stunned. She had to make pills every day, and her free time was already limited. She also had to spare some free time to practice. She didn't have time to help Shen Yi write such a long story.

“Why do you write stories?”

"I will tell these stories to the storytellers in the teahouse. With these stories, the teahouse's business will not only be much better, but there will also be many other benefits."

"But... I don't want to write!" She refused, shaking her head, but Shen Yi rolled his eyes when he heard her words.

"Don't want to write? Huh? You have to think about it even if you don't want to!"

"How about I find someone for you, and you let someone else write it, I still have to make the elixir!"

"Can't you write while refining the elixir?"

"That's different. I still need to practice!"

"You old witch! I don't care! Just you write it! A maid should have a maid! As the master, you have to do whatever I tell you to do!"

"No! Why can't you let someone else write it for you?"

"Your handwriting is more beautiful, hurry up!"

"I don't, Master."

"Don't want to, right?"

"what!"

Seeing that He Jian Chuyun really disagreed, Shen Yi pulled the girl down from the chair without saying a word, put her on the blanket and started to ravage her body.

Two minutes later, He Jian Chu Yun couldn't stand being tickled anymore and could only yell, "Alright, alright Xuan Li, let me go, I'll help you write, don't bully me anymore."

"That's pretty much it."

Seeing that the old witch had compromised, Shen Yi immediately stopped his actions and withdrew his claws from her.

He Jianchuyun stood up and looked at him resentfully. After a few seconds, she sighed, stood up and sat beside the table. She took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, put them on the table, rolled her eyes and asked, "Tell me, how do you write it?"

"First of all, the title... The title is Journey to the West!"

"Journey to the West?" He Jianchuyun repeated the title, shook his head, picked up a pen and wrote it down on the book.

She wrote these three words in a very large size and with a very casual stroke, obviously without any effort and just writing them randomly.

Shen Yi took a look and didn't care too much. This old witch was born into a wealthy family. As the eldest daughter of the royal family, she was proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting. No matter how sloppily she wrote, her handwriting was better than his, although he didn't want to admit it.

"and then?"

"The title of the opening chapter: The Monkey King Appears Out of Nowhere!"

"Oh... I've finished writing it. What should I write in the main text?"

"Just write...wait, that's not right."

"What's wrong?"

“You have no creation myth.”

"Creation myth?" He Jianchuyun frowned slightly and became interested.

Speaking of creation myths, Shen Yi had to mention a dynasty called "Dayu" in this world. This dynasty was also recorded in the "Records of the Wilderness", although it was only briefly mentioned. However, this dynasty was the first dynasty born after the end of the ancient period. Their founding emperor was also the first emperor of the human race after the extinction of the dragon race, and was also called the greatest emperor of the ages by later generations.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but Emperor Yu, the greatest emperor of this world, also did the same thing as Emperor Qin in his previous life, which was to burn books and bury scholars. He burned a large number of ancient books from ancient times, making it so that later generations had no idea how this world was born, and only had the concept of the Three Realms.

What Shen Yi found to be a coincidence was of course not only the burning of books and burying of scholars, but also the Great Wall. During the entire existence of the Dayu Dynasty, every emperor focused his energy on the Great Wall.

It is said that after the war between humans and dragons, the earth was filled with the ghosts of dead immortals and dragons, and evil spirits were rampant. The remaining humans who survived the war could not survive at all. After the establishment of the Dayu Dynasty, the first thing it did was to impose large-scale corvee labor and continuously sent people to build the Great Wall. It is said that the land on which people now depend for survival was the land that was enclosed by Emperor Yu Shihuang.

This is why people here also respectfully call him the greatest emperor of all time.

Shen Yi probably could guess that most of the ancient books burned by Emperor Yu should be records about the dragon clan.

Then there is the existence of the Three Heavenly Lords. Shen Yi has been in this world for so long, and he is still not sure whether these three Heavenly Lords really exist. But what is certain is that it is because of these three Heavenly Lords that even after more than 100,000 years, no one dared to rewrite the creation myth, because they knew too little about what happened in ancient times and were afraid that making up stories would be disrespectful to the Great Heavenly Lord.

There was no other way. Before telling the main story of Journey to the West, Shen Yi could only narrate the creation myth first, starting from the great god Pangu creating the world, Fuxi creating the world, Nuwa creating humans, the water god Gonggong crashing into Mount Buzhou in anger, Nuwa repairing the sky, Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs, the battle between Huangdi and Chiyou, and then connecting to the birth of the Monkey King from the Sky-Repairing Stone.

He Jian Chuyun kept recording. At first she was absent-minded, but slowly, her eyes became serious. She wrote down every paragraph that Shen Yi said. After she finished writing, she kept staring at him, waiting for him to say the next sentence.

"And then what?"

"Wait a minute, delete the previous one!"

"Why?"

"Listen to me and tear up this page, unless you want to be visited by a group of Taoist priests one day." Shen Yi shook his claws and said. He Jian Chuyun was stunned for a moment when he heard it: "Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Having said that, she decisively tore off the first page. As a native of this world, she knew Taoism very well. It was an existence that even emperors had to worship upon seeing.

The creation myth is no longer described in detail. At Shen Yi's request, the story about Pangu creating the world and what happened afterwards was just passed over. The reason for this is very simple.

More than 100,000 years, that's not a few thousand or a few hundred years. With such a long time, even if there are no ancient books from the ancient times, people can make up a myth in the meantime, right? But there is none. Shen Yi wondered if there were any taboos that he didn't know about. If the creation myth was written too detailed, it might be targeted by some existence. He was just a porter of famous books, so there was no need to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Okay, what should I write next?" He Jian Chu Yun looked at him expectantly. Such a colorful mythological world was unfolded before her eyes by Shen Yi. She had never heard of it before and was greatly shocked. She became more and more curious about what happened after the creation myth. That might be a secret that even the strongest person in this world could not access.

"Write it like this. After Pangu created the world, the world was divided into four continents, namely Dongsheng Shenzhou, Xiniuhezhou, Nanshanbuzhou and Beijuluzhou. In Dongsheng Shenzhou there is a country called Aolai. On the sea of ​​Aolai, there is a Flower-Fruit Mountain. Flower-Fruit Mountain is the ancestor of mountains. It stands majestically above the sea, covered with strange rocks and impressive in appearance..."

"Aolai Kingdom? Huaguo Mountain? You mentioned something called the Great Sage before, and it seems like he is in this place."

"I am telling the story of the Monkey King. Please continue writing, quickly!"

"Oh oh oh, then you tell me."

"..."

Shen Yi walked to the other side of the table and continued to tell the story while shaking his head. However, when Sun Wukong returned from his studies and made trouble in the Dragon Palace, he harmonized the Dragon Palace and the Dragon King into the Water Clan Palace and the Water Clan King.

There is no way. Shen Yi is really afraid that a mysterious force will come to check the water meter and provide warmth.

Until you become invincible, you'd better stay safe.

During this lecture, time had unknowingly come to midnight. Shen Yi narrated from the birth of the Monkey King to the Monkey King making trouble in Heaven, and finally being suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain by the Buddha of the West. Up to this point, He Jianchuyun had been absent-minded at first, as if she was being forced to work. She listened attentively, and with every word Shen Yi said, a paragraph of beautiful small characters would appear on the page.

"And then? Nothing?"

"Of course, the story has just begun."

"Then continue your story. What happened to the Monkey King later?"

"Let me see it first." Shen Yi stretched out his claws and grabbed the book full of words on the table. He turned two pages and took a look. He nodded with satisfaction. The old witch's handwriting was indeed beautiful.

"That's all for today. It's getting late. Let's go to bed."

"Stop!" He Jian Chu Yun screamed. It is more painful than being killed if you stop telling the story at the exciting part.

"Hurry up and tell me! It's still early!"

"No, I'm sleepy. I want to sleep." Shen Yi smiled and snuggled up in the blanket and closed his eyes comfortably.

He Jianchuyun was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked him twice. Who would have thought that the next second he was pinned to the ground and hugged tightly.

"You smell so good, old witch!"

"Let me go!"

"Ok?"

"No, no, no, can you please continue?"

"I don't want to talk. I want to sleep."

"Then let's finish the talk and go to sleep?"

"No, I want to go to bed now."

"I beg you, Master."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Look outside. It will be dawn if we continue."

"But how can I sleep?"

"Let me rub your shoulders, little Chuyun. I'll tell you tomorrow morning." Shen Yi smiled with his upper and lower jaws tilted, and He Jian Chuyun wanted to slap him when he saw him like this, but he held back in the end. He wanted to get up, but he was locked by this evil beast and couldn't move. After struggling for a while, seeing that it was really futile, he had no choice but to give up. He turned his back depressedly, took two deep breaths, and forced himself to close his eyes.

"Xuan Li is so annoying! I won't pay attention to you anymore!"

"Hahahaha!"

……

The next morning, Shen Yi felt his nose itchy in his sleep. He couldn't control it and sneezed violently.

Then he suddenly came to his senses and realized something. He couldn't help but get angry: "Old witch! Are you still excited?"

It seemed like just half a month ago, Zhuhong plucked a feather from the chicken in order to wake herself up, and scratched her nose with it, and she successfully woke herself up in a few seconds.

When the old witch saw this, she followed suit and used this method every time she wanted to wake him up, which made Shen Yi very annoyed. He hated this kind of wake-up service.

He stood up and roared, but he was stunned for a moment after he roared. The old witch duck was sitting in front of him. She was full of energy in the morning, but now she had very serious dark circles under her eyes. She looked at him with grievance, like a young wife who was angry.

"Uh...what's wrong with you?" Shen Yi looked at the sky. It was still a little dark, and it was obvious that it had just gotten light.

"I, I...I can't sleep!" the girl said aggrievedly, with tears almost in her eyes.

Shen Yi's anger disappeared now, and he muttered, "Is it so painful?"

Tsurumi Hatsuyun said "hmm" and then began to sob, tears welling up in her eyes, which made people feel heartbroken.

"Oh my, don't cry, I'll tell you! I'll tell you, why are you crying? I'm really convinced."

Shen Yi hurriedly tried to comfort her and was about to stand up and walk towards the table. However, as soon as he took a step forward, his body paused, as if he had discovered something.

"No, old witch, why are your tears black?"

“No…no?”

"No?"

Shen Yi had a puzzled look on his face. He walked back and stretched out his claws to touch her face, but when He Jianchu Yun saw the clouds, he quickly dodged.

"what are you doing?"

"let me see!"

"Don't show it!"

"Sure, black tears, this is the first time I've seen one."

"No, they're not black tears. You're seeing things wrong! Can you please tell me about Journey to the West?"

"Really?" Shen Yi squinted his eyes, and then suddenly jumped up and pressed the girl in front of him to the ground. He wiped her eyes with his claws, and sure enough, it was paint, not dark circles at all!

Just now Shen Yi was puzzled. How could the old witch, a spiritual practitioner with the Pure Level cultivation, have dark circles under her eyes after just staying up all night?
"I……"

"Okay, old witch! Acting pitiful, huh? Crying fake tears, huh? You acted really well! Get out of here! Don't disturb my sleep!"

"Master, I beg you, I really can't bear it anymore! Can you please tell me?"

"Get out of here! I want to sleep!"

After forcing the old witch out of the room, Shen Yi lay back on the blanket and was about to continue sleeping, but God seemed to dislike him. Not long after he closed his eyes, he felt a burning sensation under a scale on his forelimb, as if it was frantically conveying some kind of information to him.

Shen Yi opened his eyes, his expression became solemn, he opened the scales and took out the thing underneath.

It is a piece of talisman paper, and this piece of talisman paper is connected to a piece of bright jade, and that piece of bright jade is in Qu Xiangui's hand. Generally, when there is something important to discuss and the gang leader cannot be found, the talisman paper will be crushed to inform himself of the seriousness of the matter.

"What happened?"

...(End of chapter)